Death Judge Of Fighting Fish

The 678th chapter triple illusion

This should be Zhao Qinghong’s voice, right? When did he appear, and why did he say that strange thing…

“I leave them behind and live by myself?” Wang Wengui’s face was pale, with big beads of sweat appearing on his face.

Not the death judge, but Zhao Qinghong and their ghosts!

Wang Wengui screamed sharply and rushed towards the gate.

Anxiously, he kept sliding the doorknob: “Open it for me, open it for me!”

“Brother Wen, where do you want to go, isn’t it okay to be with us here?”

Zhao Qinghong, with a gloomy face, could not move her feet, but could drift behind Wang Wengui strangely, still standing almost close to her body.

“You, you don’t want me. It has nothing to do with me. It was the death judge. Let me go out.” Wang Wengui held the doorknob with both hands. After feeling the deep cold behind, he didn’t dare to move. Said tremblingly.

“But my brothers can’t bear you, you should stay here to accompany us.” Zhao Qinghong said quietly.

Wang Wengui’s breathing suddenly stagnated.

With the back of Zhao Qinghong’s ghost face, his expression became distorted.

Suddenly, a raging flame was burning on his body.

A stern voice sounded, and Zhao Qinghong’s ghost screamed and backed away.

Wang Wengui was stunned, he was just thinking about whether to fight.

Flames burst out of his body inexplicably, and it seemed to burn Zhao Qinghong’s ghost behind him.

This is… Could it be said that he also has superpowers? Is it true that I actually died and then came back from the dead? Wang Wengui became excited for a moment, his face turned red.

Dammit, if this is the case, he is still afraid of a ghost, maybe one day, the death judge can get rid of it!

As he grew bolder, he turned around and looked at the translucent Zhao Qinghong behind him, completely devoid of fear.

“Hahaha, come on, now Laozi is not afraid of you!” Wang Wengui laughed.

Looking at the flames burning on his body, he looked quite proud.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong.

Because Zhao Qinghong on the other side was actually sneering.

“Brother Wen, do you really feel that way?” Zhao Qinghong said, but her voice reverberated strangely.

Wang Wengui heard the voices of Korea Mao and Liu Delu from inside.

At the same time, two terrifying faces appeared on Zhao Qinghong’s chest, looking very painful.

“You, don’t want to scare me, I’m not afraid of you now!” Seeing such a weird scene, Wang Wengui became nervous again.

But the flames on his body still gave him some confidence.

But the smile on Zhao Qinghong’s face on the other side became more and more weird: “Then try it!”

The hand extended to the side suddenly burned with exactly the same flame.

“How come…” Wang Wengui’s face turned pale, and suddenly he felt a scorching pain surge from his body.

Then he fell to the ground and wailed.

“Asshole, you lied to me! Ah, it hurts me to death!” Wang Wengui struggled with a distorted expression, shouting in his mouth.

“If you don’t, how could you turn around? Do you think I’m terrifying now? Yes, I ate all Lao Han and Lao Liu. They are now tortured in my body. Soon It’s your turn!” Zhao Qinghong said with eyes wide open and weird.

There seemed to be a flashlight shining his chin, making him look terrifying.

“No, let me go! I was wrong, let me go.” Wang Wengui rolled around, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

But it didn’t work at all. The flames burned him to death, and the pain continued.

Suddenly, Wang Wengui in the flame stopped screaming, his eyes rolled and his head tilted, and he passed out in pain.

“Hehehe…” Zhao Qinghong grinned gloomily, her figure faded and disappeared.

Then, the picture in the video changes.

Appeared in a dark background and empty world.

Wang Wengui was running lifelessly in front, and behind was Zhao Qinghong, who was flying in the air with a terrifying expression.

“You can’t run away, Brother Wen, obediently be eaten by me!”

“No, don’t come here!” Wang Wengui yelled in disintegration, the expression on his face was already a little nervous, tears and nose were thrown back as he ran.

He was fainted by the flame pain just now, and he woke up in this strange place.

Then Zhao Qinghong suddenly appeared, saying that this was where people would stay after death, and that he would be eaten like Korean Mao and others, and tortured in his stomach.

Of course Wang Wengui refused, and rushed forward lifelessly.

After running for a while, both legs are as heavy as lead.

This is not fair. Why is it also a ghost? He feels like a human being, but Zhao Qinghong can fly.

Then, I felt a sudden pain behind me.

There are two hands that tightly strangled his neck.

“Hehehe, where are you going, obediently be eaten by me!”

Zhao Qinghong grinned while chewing.

Then he suddenly opened his mouth in the blood basin and tore a piece of misty flesh from Wang Wengui’s shoulder.

“Ah!” Wang Wengui couldn’t help screaming.

A burst of pain stimulated his brain, and his whole body shuddered.

Then stretched out his hand, trying to get Zhao Qinghong away behind him.

But as soon as his hand reached the back, it hurt suddenly, and he howled again.

The arm trembled and retracted, brought it in front of him, and then his eyes narrowed.

On the palm of his right hand, three of the five fingers had been bitten off.

The wounds were jagged, with interlaced canine teeth, and wisps of gray mist emanating from it.

“My hand, my hand!” Wang Wengui’s head was dazed, and his whole body was stunned.

This is like being gnawed by a dog, is it your own hand?

Is he disabled now?

Oh no, it should be said that it is a disabled ghost.

This made Wang Wengui unacceptable and burst into tears with a cry of sadness.

At the same time, his voice was hoarse and roared with sobbing: “Zhao Qinghong, Laozi has spelled it with you!”

He fell backward and pressed Zhao Qinghong under him.

At the same time, he struggled madly, and when he broke free, he bit at Zhao Qinghong’s body.

“Woohoo, Laozi killed you for a bitch, you still have Laozi’s hand!” ..